Psalms 80
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Lilies of the Covenant.” A Psalm by Asaph. Hear us, Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock, you who sit above the cherubim, shine out.
Nkunga Asafi kuidi pfumu minyimbidi; kayimbidila mu “Lisi”. Bika wutuwila, a Nsungi Iseli, ngeyo wundiatisanga Zozefi banga nkangu wu mamemi; Ngeyo wumvuandanga va khatitsika ba Bakeluba, kienzula kuaku.
2 Before Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh, stir up your might! Come to save us!
Va ntuala Efalayimi, Benzami ayi Manase! Telimisa zingolo ziaku yiza ayi wutuvukisa.
3 Turn us again, God. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
Wutuvutula banga bututuama bela, a Nzambi bika zizi kiaku kitukienzula muingi tuvuka.
4 Yahweh God of Armies, how long will you be angry against the prayer of your people?
Yave, Nzambi nkua ngolo yoso, nate thangu mbi nganzi aku yela leminanga? Mu diambu di zitsambulu zi batu baku e?
5 You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.
Ngeyo wuba dikila mu dipha di matsuela ayi ngeyo wuba nuikina matsuela mu mbungu yiwala.
6 You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.
Wutukitula tho yi minzonza kuidi bobo bafikimini yeto ayi bambeni zieto zilembo kutusekinina.
7 Turn us again, God of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
Wutuvutula banga bututuama bela, a Nzambi nkua ngolo yoso Bika zizi kiaku kitukienzula muingi tuvuka.
8 You brought a vine out of Egypt. You drove out the nations, and planted it.
Ngeyo wutumuna nti wu vinu ku Ezipite, wukuka makanda ma Bapakanu bosi wukuna wawu.
9 You cleared the ground for it. It took deep root, and filled the land.
Ngeyo wukubikila wawu ntoto ayi wawu wumenisa mianzi ayi wudukila tsi.
10 The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like God’s cedars.
Miongo mifuku kuidi phonzi andi, sedeli mi lulendo kuidi matafi mandi.
11 It sent out its branches to the sea, its shoots to the River.
Wufidisa mawu nate ku mbu ayi mintuidila miandi nate ku minlangu minneni.
12 Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?
Bila mbi wutiolumunini bibaka biandi e? Muingi batu boso bamviokila vana bavela makundi mandi.
13 The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.
Ngulu yi nsitu yeti kuyikesikisa; ayi bivangu bi zitsola bilembo dia biawu.
14 Turn again, we beg you, God of Armies. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,
Wutuvutukila, a Nzambi nkua ngolo yoso ayi ku tsi tona ku diyilu ayi mona keba nti wawu wu vinu;
15 the stock which your right hand planted, the branch that you made strong for yourself.
Muanzi wowo koko kuaku ku lubakala ku kuna, Muana wu bakala wowo wuyundula mu diambu diaku veka.
16 It’s burned with fire. It’s cut down. They perish at your rebuke.
Nti aku wu vinu wuzengulu, wuyokolo ku mbazu mu tsembolo aku, batu baku balembo bivi.
17 Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, on the son of man whom you made strong for yourself.
Bika koko kuaku kuba vadi mutu wowo widi koko kuaku ku lubakala muana wubakala wu mutu wowo wuyundula mu diambu diaku veka.
18 So we will not turn away from you. Revive us, and we will call on your name.
Buna tulendi buela kutatukila ko. Wutuzingisa diaka buna tuela tela dizina diaku.
19 Turn us again, Yahweh God of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.
Wutuvutula banga bu tutuama bela, a Yave Nzambi. Bika zizi kiaku kitukienzula muingi tuvuka.
